Remembering the fervid dreams of youth And brief-lived hopes that bloomed only to fade, The search for meaning and a ray of truth, To see our past as on a film displayed.
Growth is a spiral not an endless round Monotonous, repeating all we've done Nor peace and calm a state so quickly found, Enlightenment a treasure to be won
Through offering of self and all that we Conceal in darkness of our human state, Our freedom's call the great apostrophe To God within our lives must consecrate.
Poems Undated (1727)
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